I speak of a land where customs vary,
Where lies a practice called polyandry.
Not like what most know of matrimony,
It is a bond where multiple men share a journey.
No conventional unions of one and one,
In this realm, hearts find a different sun.
For a woman, it’s a love that’s manifold,
A choice to have many husbands to hold.
Oh, polyandry, a tale quite rare,
Where harmony blossoms, beyond compare.
No jealousy in this unique connection,
But a shared commitment, pure affection.
In this love’s grand design,
Brothers in spirit and heart intertwine.
They uplift their beloved, hand in hand,
Serving her with love across the land.
One may ask, how does this come to be?
A delicate balance, love’s vast decree.
For each man brings a special attribute,
Completing the circle, making love acute.
The first husband, a pillar of strength,
Guides with wisdom, shatters pretense.
He’s a rock, a foundation built to last,
Guarding the union, present and steadfast.
The second husband, an artist of passion,
Creating beauty, a sensual fashion.
Paints her dreams on a canvas of desire,
Igniting the flames that never tire.
The third husband, a soul filled with care,
A healer of hearts, erasing despair.
With gentle touch and soothing embrace,
He mends all wounds, unveils inner grace.
Bound together by love’s sacred thread,
Each man finds purpose through paths they tread.
A polyandrous bond, uniquely formed,
Where every husband’s love is transformed.
Oh, polyandry, a paradigm divine,
Where love’s boundaries gracefully intertwine.
In a world where hearts can freely roam,
A love story written outside the norm.
Let us not judge what we do not know,
For love’s vast wonders continue to grow.
In the realm of polyandry’s embrace,
Love’s boundaries expand in endless space.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Photo credit: Nellie, the woman married to three husbands. She conveniently feeds and clothes them. Strange!
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 